“One of the burdens of being a black male is carrying the heavy weight of other people’s suspicions.” J. Capehart, Washington Post
"I live here! I am Benjamin from the third floor," I screamed as I was beaten down to the floor.
It was Saturday, December 16, 2011, amidst the crowded streets of holiday lights and party goers looking to celebrate the season with friends and family, a dark skinned African-American male was spotted gaining entry into a secure north side condominium complex where the units are estimated to be more than a half million dollars. Residents sleep secure knowing the building is adequately protected by the latest technology and neighbors are ever vigilant in keeping their eyes open for any strange and unusual behavior.
On this weekend
night, less than a week away from Christmas the building was full of guests
waiting to be rung into the building and residents coming and going unaware of
the Black gentleman in the lobby that seemed curiously out of place in this
particular building. He was dressed for the weather and wearing a hooded
sweatshirt that obscured his face from full view. On the other hand, with a warm smile and
proper greeting, he appeared to be pleasant and courteous enough to be given
the benefit of the doubt amongst the expectant guests waiting at the locked
security door.
With the stage set
and the script already written, Josh meticulously opens the door in a way that
allows all of those that belong in the building through the door, but when the
apparent stranger tries to enter with the arrogance of a dues paying homeowner,
Josh immediately launches into action and confronts the stranger by saying “Not
you!” As the stranger attempts to claim residency in the building, Josh
confidently replies back “Who the fuck are you!” and acting on his instincts, shoves
the perceived interloper in the chest, knocking him down to the ground while
his guests gasp in horror and surprise at the aggressive actions of their
otherwise mild mannered friend and young father. The look in their eyes
communicated how unbelievable this entire scene was which was unfolding
quickly, but seemingly in slow motion, before them.
So lost in the moment
was Josh and his visitors that they almost failed to hear the Black man scream
as he was falling “Josh, I live here! I am Benjamin from the third floor.”